Confessions Of A White House Dishwasher

I was having sex with the Bush daughters
when Mrs. Bush walked in,
I stopped rinsing Jenna

and Barbara stopped drying me
and Mrs. Bush stood there
with a look on her face

as if she’d caught the President
actually being a real President.
I pulled up my pants

as the girls slipped into their edible panties and bras.
I said, “ Girls, I gotta go.”
I left the White House

before the Female Body Investigators investigated.
I was yelling (in broken English), “Beware, America,
of short, brown illegal Presidents in your future!”